Fourth of July, Part 2

Another Fourth of July tradition is heading to the greater metropolis of Caliente to visit Nana and Papa and experience small-town celebrations first hand. Brings back lots of memories! The Fourth started out with a ridiculous amount of loud fireworks at 6:00 a.m. on the dot. D and Nono woke up, looked at each other, then laid back down. Lt slept through it. (Why do all things associated with the Fourth have to begin at the crack of dawn?) The fireman's breakfast at the park was next on the agenda, and both D and Lt went this year with Papa, Jeff, and Paul. All in all it was pretty uneventful - pancakes, sausage, juice, Papa dumping an entire bottle of syrup on his pancakes, and then everyone coming back home except Papa who somehow got separated from the pack...in Caliente...  Afterwards we waited impatiently for the parade to begin. Now, I'm pretty sure that the parades are a little different now than they were when I was growing up. I think when I was little there were lots more cool floats and firetrucks and stuff. But maybe it's just all perspective. (What do you think mom and dad?) The parades these days seem to consist mostly of ATVs with flags, other random cars with flags, and more ATVs with flags. Let's begin!

"What is that?"
"I don't know."
"Do they have candy?"

 

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"WHAT is that?"
"I don't know."
"Do they have candy?"

 

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"What is THAT?"
"I don't know."
"Do they have candy?"

"GET THE CANDY!"

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P.S. I've never seen so many of those hard butterscotch candies in my life.